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Mind... lost in circles,
Fluently rain of my ancient needs Lost I the leaf... Lost I the tree to my grave. Why did you kill the Eye? Agarthian peace to my "nowhere"... Why did you lie to my fingers? Yellow thoughts, I refrain: I am the leaf! Autumn in my hair, I share the dispute Believe me, when i die Believe me, when i live Forgive me, when I am not! Agarthian Leaf i surrender To your hands or mine... Blindly cloud of my dreaming Shall I walk down your prayers Shall I dance with my tree... The suit fruit of solitude, Possessed me... I am!
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